Chapter 14

"That's Joanna to you, missy. I'm a cross-dressing sissy boi and I like it that way!" Joanna shocked us all with the sudden vehemence with which she embraced her new work persona.

"Wow ... Jon, I never would have guessed. I take it that you know that you're going to be defrocked. The Board isn't going to let you keep your ordination while living openly in sin," Monica continued.

"Oh, fuck you! Who died and made you Jesus, anyway? My pussy boi Joanna likes being a sissy, a pansy, a round-heeled slut boi. He enjoys it even more than I first thought. Just because you're a closet case doesn't mean that he has to be!" I confronted Monica directly now.

"Closet case? Me, no, I'm no dyke! I like men! I enjoy sex with men! There, I admitted what a slut I am, too. Happy! If you're going to throw stones, throw the right ones. I'm an adulteress, not a rug-munching lezzie!" Monica confessed to everyone's astonishment ... I had just set the trap, not thinking that she would actually fall into it.

"That's an ... interesting declaration from the Secretary-Treasurer to the Executive Board of the General Baptist Fellowship, ma'am. In full view of the patrons and staff, no less. I don't think that your secret will stay one for very long. Talk about not throwing stones, lady ... how many lovers? One? Two? Ten?" I pried just a bit, given how nosy and judgmental Monica had always been.

"Twenty ... eight?" Monica stammered out now, blushing in spite of her usually strident ways ... she was on the defensive now, and she knew that it would be rather tough to take the initiative back.

"Wow, even at my sluttiest, I've never done that many! I wonder if you have an STD or HIV? Does your husband know about your double life? I doubt that the Executive Board knows, since you'd be tossed out of your job on your rather hypocritical ass! I don't see you having much of a future in those circles anymore. I think that you're toast in the church polity, if nothing else. Not a great demand for harlots in the church," Lisa taunted her rather wickedly.

"Like you are any better? I've heard of you, slut! Does Dan know about your lovers?" Monica thought that she had something on someone at last.

"Honey, you're barking up the wrong tree, there! Lisa and I have an open marriage. We can have whomever we wish. We just don't hide it from each other. So, buy something or get out! There's the door!" I literally started to escort Monica out of the shop.

"Prove it, then!" Monica challenged me, much to my surprise.

"Prove what?" I asked her directly.

"Prove that you're in an open marriage. Fuck me. Grab me, bend me over that counter, and fuck me in full view of your wife and your staff!" Monica retorted angrily, trying to goad me as she didn't know what to make of my claim ... It had stung her that Lisa and I were open with each other.